cordero moruno – whole shoulder of lamb marinated in Moorish spices cooked in a josper charcoal oven

All I can say is… I need to go back to Movida during the day, so that I can take prettier photos. I mean, just wait til you see the crappy state of these photos! I’m ashamed. But alas, I’ll take one for the team and post these anyway because blurry or not, you need to know how amazing Sydney’s newest “it” restaurant is and in all honesty, I’d go again during the day. Or at night. Or even during a black out.

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tuna ceviche, blood orange, capers, ponzu, togarashi, sesame, pickled salad and mayonnaise

I have no life on week nights. Not that it’s by choice; I work every week night (except for Fridays because when the clock strikes 5pm on Friday? I doesn’t become “night”, it becomes “end” and I don’t work weekends). And even if I didn’t work, my idea of life on a week night pretty much constitutes going to get gelato in my pjs. But I digress. Point is, I never go out on week nights, but when an email arrived in my inbox inviting me to a private dinner at BLACK by ezard hosted by chef Teage Ezard himself, what am I supposed to do?

I took the night off, of course.

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tiger prawns in a coconut, coriander, red chilli, pepper sauce,
with ginger, curry leaf, onions and tomato

A couple of months ago, I was having dinner with some work friends (actually, we were more than “having dinner”; I was “enlightening” them with the wonders of the Number One Special at Kobe Jones) when conversation kept coming back to Indian food. And bowling. We decided right then and there that our next dinner date would be Indian and bowling but really, who sticks to plans that are made months ago and erm, half drunk?

Well, it appears we do.

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What can I say? Dinner at Momofuku Seiõbo for my birthday was hands down the best present I could have received. Well, except for this chocolate tree, but you know, different. I’m a big fan of the Momofuku brand. I’ve done my little write up about the Momofuku trifecta (I’m yet to go to Má Pêche) and my big write up about Momofuku Ko (there’s no other way to do it really, for a meal that changed my perception on creativity and “orgasmic” coupled with an irritating no-photo policy).

All I can say is… thank goodness Seiõbo allowed photos.

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